Chapter 33

As the prisoners in the adult suites were turned loose, Hunley and Brade crept from their hiding place.

Halls curved. Staircases spiraled.

"Can't they see us?" Brade whispered. "We're not on stealth mode."

They gasped and gulped, keeping watch for the red glaring eye of spy cams. Darkness offered a strange comfort. Hunley yelped at a sudden tug on his jumpsuit.

"Hush," Brade hissed.

Brade gestured forward. A camera beam lit a space on the floor. Hunley squatted. He and Brade watched the camera beam.

"What now?" Hunley questioned.

"You're tall," Brade pointed out. "You have a tall neck anyway. Headbutt the cam."

Hunley shot him a side glance. He stood upright and straightened his posture. He kept his back against the wall and scooted forward.

He winced and moaned at the surge of pain as his forehead met the camera.

"We're clear," he announced as he swiveled to see his friend.